Dad

Are you proud of me?
Please tell me that you are.
Blow after blow,
I've taken your criticism.
I've changed to keep the
name, "your daughter"

I once looked up to you,
The way a little boy looked up to
Superman,
Wishing anything to just be the
man,
Eventually wishing to just meet the
man.

I tried it your way, dad.
I really did.
But in your eyes I'm not good
enough,
And I never will be.

I don't like who you have made
me become.
Take it as that.
I don't want to critique.
I just don't want that.

I love you, Dad.
For whom you are and what you've
done.
Just understand that I'm not you,
And I'm heading down a different
path.